…mind talks…

Tunnel of Vision

Charon, Pluto’s beloved son – he rowed the fragile boat through the dark blue waters of the Styx. It was all pitch black except for the little oil-lamp which had been lit before they began their journey.

Lovely Athene sat below him, silent as a child, unbeknownst of their final destination. The vagueness of the mist which had so far enshrouded the air (if it were air they were breathin’) was nothing to her beautiful grey eyes; in all her purity, her vision pierced through every bit of haze, thick and thin. Her ivory white skin reflected on the murky waters as if they were but glass. And her ears – she listened to hear, but she heard nothing. Nothing could be heard. Nothing spoke of life itself; except for the swishing of Charon’s oars through the mystical river. She was all alone in this journey. Or was she?

For out of the whitish-grey fog, something big and dangerous (at least, it appeared so) scooted away from the back of a huge boulder to another. Just what was that? Athene asked herself. More importantly, should she proceed? Or should she turn back?

Going back where I come from is decidedly an incredibly long way. Much time has been consumed – it must have been years, in fact; no, decades, that I have lost count. Now I am so deeply entangled within the web of myelineated axons and dendrites, like Athene who is so deeply lost in the surreal gloom, and yet steadily emerges out of the Valleys from Charon’s boat.

Athene knows she is very close to the surface of the Darkness, where Artemis the Goddess of Light shall triumph in all her glory.

I presume I am more than halfway there, too, that the answers are going to sprout up sooner or later. Which is so because I have noticed. It is as if I am wiping clean an old window pane that has not been dusted for centuries, and it gets clearer with every swipe.

This is of course quite exciting, in all events. The eyes capture a glimpse of hope shimmering from the East; Dawn breaks and dew from the midnight rain cools the air with a magical mist. I must leave, and go ahead on my journey.